Luyện nghe bài hát Why Me

Sometimes I go walking through the long grass
Wonder how long hard times will
For this backward soul on a road god knows where

As hard as I try ain't left no
It's not to find my way back
I hit the ground like broken glass and just lay

Singing, "Why me, oh, why me?"
And I throw another empty up against the wall
And I say, "Why me, oh why me?"
But pity ever did me any kinda good at all
So I on

And I up on the capital steps
Watching the smoking cigarettes
And bury shoes in the country club blues
And who got who by the short

Standing there in their dollar suits
Looking down at my tattered old jeans and
And this guitar that seems to follow me everywhere
God, it me everywhere

Playing, "Why me, oh why me?"
All I got's another song how money makes and breaks the law
And I sing, "Why me, oh why me?"
I'm just a troubadour with a bark for the underdog
And I on

Now I ain't Jesus but I can
To a man death square in the face
Even he hit his knees with a in the garden of Gethsemane

To his father he raised his eyes
In his darkest he cried
"Please would you take cup from me?"

Praying, "Why me, oh why me?"
Knowing all the he had to carry that cross and hang there
I say, "Why me, oh why me?"
I that somewhere up in heaven
a big old book with my name there
So I on, I rock on

Even I'm singing, "Why me?", I rock on
Even I'm singing, "Why me?", I rock on
Even I'm singing, "Why me?", oh why me, oh?